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Fit For Dogs	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 25002 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Bow, Wow, Grr
"Stop that," Sesshomaru hissed at the Old English Sheepdog which, to his embarrassment, was bowing to him right in the heart of the busy city street.
Worse, the petite human the dog was attached to was attracting a lot of attention by huffing and puffing and doing her darnedest to pull her pooch away. However, the dog's butt seemed glued to the concrete, while its shaggy head hung down in Sesshomaru's direction.
"That's enough!" the taiyoukai hissed again in his inu tongue, under his breath.
It was useless. The dog remained in place, and the human was turning red in the face from her exertions as she leaned backwards at almost a forty-five-degree angle, the leash taut between her straining hands and the big dog's collar.
To Sessshomaru's relief, the light at the crossing changed at last, and he strode off quickly. Behind him, the dog got up suddenly to go on its way, a move that naturally left its owner sprawled on her backside.
"What is wrong with you, Muffy?!?" the taiyoukai heard the woman rail at her pet in exasperation as she staggered back to her feet.
It didn't always happen – most dogs in cities were far too busy having their senses overwhelmed by a million scents and sounds, traffic fumes, countless passing feet and other metropolitan paraphernalia to notice every single thing. But once in while, he would encounter an alert one – and Muffy was obviously one of them.
Despite the magical and scientific technology that demons of the modern era had mastered to conceal their true appearance, scent and nature from one another and from humans, four-legged dogs seemed to have some primitive yet supremely powerful sixth sense that no concealment spells could confound.
Out on the roads, with all the stimuli bombarding them, he was relatively safe. But he had learnt long ago to avoid entering pet shops which had dogs for sale, or animal shelters. Those dogs had almost nothing to do, and were hyper-alert to every change in their surroundings.
Whenever he entered any room with a crowd of yapping pups on display, the place would immediately fall silent, and every creature of canine descent within poison-whipping distance would gaze up at him in awe. The looks on their absurdly appealing faces seemed to declare that they knew he was a Very Important Pooch, and that they would accord him the respect he deserved.
Five hundred years ago, it would have seemed only right. In these times, however, it was downright awkward. People would notice. People would talk. And what Sesshomaru had been trying to avoid, ever since villages turned into cities and humans learnt to fly in hideous metal machines, was unnecessary attention.
So he steered clear of such shops, and entered only those pet stores that strictly sold food and accessories, or had nothing smarter than bunnies on sale. Thus far, he had never encountered an attempt at a grovelling bow from a rabbit, hamster, guinea pig, canary, chinchilla or iguana, so he calculated that he was quite safe around these creatures. Cats were iffy, though. One could never tell if a kitty would run screaming from him, if it would hiss and spit, or make figures of eight round his ankles. He could only guess that cats were as smart as dogs in their own way, and that their reactions depended on the individual cat and its personal experiences with Very Important Pooches.
That was as far as his solo outings were concerned. But things got immensely more complicated when he walked down a street with Inuyasha. His half-demon brother loved all animal-creatures great and small, and they loved him back. No dogs bowed to him in awe, but they wanted to lick his face and plant their paws on his shoulders – and the large-breed, unneutered alpha males all wanted to sniff his butt.
Which made Sesshomaru ridiculously jealous, because Inuyasha's butt was his, damn it, and no great big slobbery mastiff had the right to come around slavering all over that perky little behind. He would show them what "great" and "big" really meant when he transformed into his other shape and crunched that office block right over there into crumbs under one paw – beat that, "large breeds" of the world!
With that thought, the taiyoukai entered the café and steakhouse in which he had arranged to have lunch with Inuyasha after his business meeting. His half-demon brother was at their usual table, slumped in his chair, reading the newspaper, with a half-empty cup of tea in front of him.
"At last!" Inuyasha growled, sitting up, closing his newspaper and folding it when Sesshomaru lowered himself elegantly into the empty seat across from him. "You're late."
"I'm sorry," Sesshomaru said. "The meeting took longer than expected."
"What? You didn't put your foot down with a mighty roar and demand that they end it immediately, on time, or you would lop off all their heads?" Inuyasha asked snarkily. "When did you turn into some corporate pussycat?"
They were both wearing their concealment spells, of course, and Sesshomaru's pointy ears, skin markings and massive length of fur were neither visible nor possible to touch, even if you put your hand right where the fur was supposed to be. However, the taiyoukai's hair remained silver, his eyes remained amber-gold, and the unimpressed glare he was able to shoot out at the world through them remained unaltered.
That glare was now aimed at Inuyasha. Fortunately for the half-demon, he had had five centuries to grow more or less immune to it, so he just stared back and stuck out his tongue.
"Watch that tongue of yours, Inuyasha, or I'll really make you put it to work tonight," Sesshomaru stated blandly.
Such warnings and threats still had some effect on the hanyou, so Inuyasha pulled his tongue back into his mouth at once as he turned to the café's menu and chewed on his lower lip to stop himself from grinning.
"The tenderloin steak, please – rare," Inuyasha gave his order to the waiter when he appeared by their table, seeing that the other member of the party had arrived.
"Same for me," Sesshomaru said. "And two glasses of iced still water, please. No lemon slices."
They returned the menus to the waiter and leaned back in their chairs, looking out through the wide glass front of the café at the world passing by. Just then, a very expensively dressed woman seated herself at one of the café's alfresco tables under the awning over the sidewalk, right on the other side of the glass from the dog-demon brothers.
Everything from her broad-brimmed hat and her too-matching rose-pink suit to her pink Christian Louboutin shoes and baby-blue Birkin handbag screamed "Fashion Victim Who's Too Rich For Her Own Good". She also toted a frill-edged, fluff-lined basket in which some little pet of hers was napping.
The brothers' steaks arrived just before the woman's cappuccino was served to her, and both parties minded their own business as they chewed and snootily sipped away, respectively.
Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were halfway through their steaks, and talking about what colour of tiles they wanted for their bathroom, which was undergoing repairs, when a tiny, growling sound reached their sharp demon ears.
The napping pet in the basket had woken up, and it had stuck its head past the frills and fluff to glare through the glass at the two brothers. It was curling back its upper lip, baring its tiny teeth, and appeared to be on the verge of hurling itself at the glass. It was such an unusual sight for Sesshomaru and Inuyasha to be faced by, considering how they nearly always met with universal respect or affection from all of dogdom.
"Whatever is wrong with you, poochie-woochie baby?" the lady cooed, lifting the little dog out of the basket and trying unsuccessfully to soothe it with her high-pitched voice.
The dog-demons were now able to see that the dog wore a glittery pink collar and a flouncy, shiny outfit of purple and gold. It was a Chinese Crested with a dark mop of hair, a thin tail and a little body almost naked of fur, quivering with rage under its fancy clothes.
Sesshomaru and Inuyasha stopped eating and stared back at the dog. There was something unpleasantly familiar about it – that dark mass of wild hair, that face wrinkled with fury, those evil eyes that were bleeding garnet-red, the hairs lashing like tentacles at the tip of its rigid tail… oh kami… it couldn't be… there was no way…
"Naraku?" the two brothers whispered together, in disbelief.
"Oh poochie darling sweetheart!!" the woman exclaimed in some distress. "What's the matter?? Are those two bad men scaring you?"
"Grrrrrrr… GRRRRR…" went the Chinese Crested in ever-greater rage, until its owner was forced to signal for the bill while glaring suspiciously at the silver-haired pair behind the glass.
"I don't know what's got into Spider!" she protested helplessly to the waiter as she paid for her coffee with one hand while clamping the other round the muzzle of the dog, the bulk of whose body she had mostly stuffed back into the basket.
"Spider? A most unusual name for a dog, ma'am," the waiter remarked.
"Oh yes – when he was born, he had this marking on his back that looked so much like a spider – the nickname eventually stuck," she explained breathlessly, flustered from trying to keep her increasingly infuriated pet in its carrier. "I'd better go. I have no idea what's got into him – he's normally so calm! Bad Spider! No supper for you tonight!"
She secured the top of the basket so that the dog could only get half its head out at one end, and as she tripped away down the sidewalk, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were left with a final glimpse of the creature from hell as it poked its muzzle out and shrieked out a crazed growl that was more like a scream, a much louder sound than something that size ought to have been able to muster.
They peered incredulously through the glass until the woman was out of view, then turned back to each other in a stunned silence that was finally broken when Inuyasha gasped: "Naraku was reincarnated as a dog?!"
"Granted, it's a very ugly dog," Sesshomaru said in something of a daze.
"A dog?! That's – that's –" Inuyasha spluttered.
"A complete and utter…" Sesshomaru began.
"Fucking insult…" Inuyasha added.
"To all dogs," Sesshomaru finished.
The ate the remainder of their steaks without conversing, until Inuyasha swallowed his last bite, took a swig of iced water, and said: "That dumb outfit's even right up his alley, ain't it?"
"Although it did look uncomfortable," Sesshomaru mused.
"And the collar looked too tight," Inuyasha stated.
"The basket is stupid."
"The lacy frills are impossible."
"The amount of grooming cologne we could smell even through the glass…"
"And that lady must be the mother of all fusspot dog owners."
"She'll smother him."
"He'll hate every minute of that shit."
"For the rest of his doggy life."
"Every day of it."
"Serves him right."
They paid up and left, Sesshomaru smirking and Inuyasha nearly choking on the mirth he tried to stifle as they made their way back to their apartment, stepping neatly around people to avoid dogs both worshipful and horny all the way home, where Inuyasha finally exploded in laughter once they had closed the front door on the world.
At the same time, somewhere on the other side of the city, a Chinese Crested howled in rage as it was doused in more smelly cologne, chided in a too-sharp, too-loud and too-high voice, told that it would be deprived of its supper, and dressed up in yet another ridiculous outfit.
The worst outfit in the whole of its absurd wardrobe.
A garment it particularly loathed because it was white and silky.
With red flowers on its edges.
Grrrr.
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